Shove It All In, Jonathan

Chapter 38

I obeyed. I got on all fours on the bed, nightgown hiked up to my waist without taking it off, ass up high, legs spread a little. He came up beside me, knelt behind, but stopped and corrected:

"No, Nicole. You've got your back arched up too much, like a dog."

He pushed down on my lower back with his open palm, firm strength but not rough, forcing me to arch more. My belly sank into the mattress, my ass lifted high, the crack opening wide to the cold air. The nightgown slipped higher, leaving everything exposed: pussy glistening wet, ass twitching eagerly, thighs trembling lightly.

"Like this. Belly down and ass up. That's how men know you know how to take it good and handle cock."

I laughed low, teasing him, voice husky:

"Wow… you're so experienced, Jonathan. I'm really impressed."

But inside, it was serious. That position he adjusted me into was wicked. A shock hit me right in the gut. I felt like he could do whatever he wanted—thrust in all at once, shove his fingers in, lick, spank, anything. Being on all fours like that, surrendered, was an act of absolute trust. No defense, no way to stop it. And that got me so fucking wet, the wetness dripping down my inner thighs, soaking the sheet. My ass twitched eagerly, pussy throbbing exposed, clit swollen rubbing against the cold air with every short breath.

The bastard moved behind me and I felt the air pressure shift all at once. The first touch was the heavy brush of his cock against my pussy—hot, thick, slick with lube and my own wetness. It ripped a loud, husky moan from me that I couldn't hold back. My whole body jerked forward, locking up, back arching involuntarily, thighs shaking.

"Girl, get a grip! Bite the pillow!"

I obeyed right away. I smashed my face into the pillow, teeth sinking into the fabric, the smell of old sweat filling my nose. Meanwhile, he brushed me without mercy—the cock rubbing hard, sliding between my inner lips, circling the swollen clit, pressing at my pussy entrance and pulling away before I could push back. He'd put just half the head in, stretching me a bit, then pull out again, making my whole body beg. I'd roll my hips, spreading wide, shoving back desperately, but he'd pull away every time, laughing low, naughty.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away completely. Two hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider, and his tongue came sweeping naughty from top to bottom—from my ass to my clit, wet, hot, taking its time.

"You're gonna guide me now."

I didn't want that teasing anymore. I couldn't even speak. If I opened my mouth, I'd scream. The fire burned hot, something twisted and sick pulling me like a magnet to his body.

"Shut up and eat it. Shove your finger in, your cock, your foot… just do something."

He ran his hands lightly around my pussy, giving special attention to my ass entrance. What I felt there was nice, but it wasn't even close when he got near my clit. His mouth went straight to my clit—sucking hard, flat tongue pressing—and my soul quit my body. His thumb buried deep in my pussy, curling inside, hitting the spot that made me see stars. Even with the pillow shoved in my face, I'm sure you could hear my muffled, hoarse scream. A wet finger started circling my ass diligently, tracing the cool entrance, pressing lightly.

I ground back at him like a bitch in heat. Slutty and indecent. No shame at all.

He pounded his finger into my pussy almost shoving his whole hand in, sucked with no technique—just big, wet, and strong, the way I liked it. Without stopping the sucking and almost making me cum, he grabbed the lube and spread it over my ass. The cold hit my skin like it was boiling. I twisted around with gritted teeth, looking at him with a crazy face, eyes heavy, mouth half-open.

With his free hand, he ran the tip of his finger there, lightly, wanting to slip in like he was tricking me. Inch by inch, I felt the finger intruding, pressing, opening.

"Shove it in, Jonathan. Shove your finger in my ass. Go all the way. You can do it… shove it in," I ordered, voice low, husky, trembling with anger and lust.

He didn't wait anymore. He added more lube to his middle finger and pressed firm. It went in slow at first—the tight entrance resisting, burning hard, a searing that climbed up my belly and down my thighs. I bit the pillow harder, teeth digging in, whole body locking up. He didn't stop. He pushed more, inch by inch, the thick finger forcing its way, stretching the inner walls that had never been opened like this. The feeling was full, invasive, strange—a deep pressure that didn't exactly hurt, but bothered in a way that turned to pleasure fast. My ass pulsed around the finger, clenching and releasing, trying to push it out and pull it in at the same time.

When it was all in, he stopped. The finger curved slightly inside, pressing against the thin wall separating my ass from my pussy—where his thumb was still buried in front. The two sides met, a double pressure, full, that made my whole back arch. An electric shock shot from my belly to my chest, to my small tits swinging under the nightgown, to the hard nipples rubbing the fabric. My clit throbbed untouched, pussy clenching the thumb in empty spasms, ass pulsing around the finger like it wanted to swallow it.

I sighed husky, muffled in the pillow, hips lifting higher on their own, begging without words. It was too intense—burn turning to heat, pressure turning to pleasure, emptiness turning to fullness in a way I'd never felt. My whole body shook, legs weak, wetness running down my thighs, dripping on the sheet. The religious guilt flashed quick in my head—sin, sodomy, hell—but desire swallowed it all. I just wanted more. Deeper. Fuller.

He moved slow, sliding in and out, opening me more each time. I felt every ridge of the finger rubbing the inner walls, the lube easing it, the burn fading into a hot wave climbing my spine. My ass clenched tight, milking the finger, and I moaned low, face buried, body surrendered.